6 Days Left...

Somehow I missed posting the 7 Days Left poem. But that kind of thing happens sometimes. When it does, you just pick up where you left off.

That being said...here's 6 Days Left

It’s funny how wearing jeans
Makes us so happy
Cause it’s not that our other clothes
Make us feel crappy

I think that it’s just what
Our jeans symbolize
That we do a good job
And that we won the prize

See, the sweat that has poured
From each TAKS beaten head
Has somehow caused us
To wish that we were dead

But as we get ready
To come back to school
And our thoughts turn to parents
And kids who are cruel

We remember our jeans
And our eyes start to glow
And you think the day may be okay
Don’t you know…

So you put on your jeans
And you saddle your horse
Then you have a great day!
Cause there’s six left…of course